mistral
My last day there a mistral came up, a cold and violent wind that ripped through Marseille with no consideration for anything not bolted down.
My last day there a mistral came up, a cold and violent wind that ripped through Marseille with no consideration for anything not bolted down.
He brought with him congeries of “Dead Heads,”
By far the most visible of the communes at the time, however, were those founded by the hippies of San Francisco and their confreres on the East Coast.
but I could see how you wouldn’t want these two stolid chairs crowding the living room like judgmental parents.
If there is such a thing as anaphoric history, then the logic of that history is demonstrated and tested by way of epigraphic namesake relation